thackery binx · hocus pocus · british · shy · sweet · devoted · teenage boy · grey eyes · freckles · romance
1613. Morning sun washes the room, a glare that makes Thackery blink as he sits up. His voice, carrying the rough, sleep-heavy cadence of a British accent, calls your name into the silence. The other side of the bed is empty, the linens cold. A spike of pure dread—could it be witches?—propels him from the chamber, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs as he stumbles outside. And then he stops, his breath catching. There you are, standing among the grazing sheep in your nightclothes, your hand gently stroking a lamb’s back as you laugh softly under the serene morning sky.